Chapter 322
by fanqienovelChapter 322: Uncle Master Protects You
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As they stepped into the city, a desolate wind howled, and not a single soul was seen.
"Why is there no one?" Gu Daojin exclaimed loudly, scratching his head.
The Formless Demon Lord released his Divine Sense, but within the Everlasting City of Desolation, it seemed some force suppressed it; to his dismay, his cultivation allowed him only a thousand-mile range.
This Everlasting City of Desolation appeared small in size but held hidden secrets.
A thousand miles was far from its true extent.
"Everyone, be careful." Su Mu said solemnly.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Great Dao of heaven and earth grew chaotic—mighty divine manifestations rose endlessly from ahead on a grand scale, hinting at a fierce battle.
"Let’s investigate." The Formless Demon Lord’s eyes flickered, and he rushed toward the disturbance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The conflict intensified: dozens of Immortal Path experts showcased their powers, clashing fiercely, with immortal artifacts unleashing devastating force that tore through space.
Below the multitudes of immortals sat a small pool; its water mirrored silver liquid, eerie and profound.
Even when divine abilities struck it, the pool stayed unharmed.
"This is Taiyi True Water." Su Mu’s face brightened with joy.
"Taiyi True Water?" Gu Daojin’s eyes lit up, and he chuckled. "In legend, a single drop weighs billions of tons and crushes space itself. It’s incredible to find such treasure here?"
Ye Xu fixed his gaze on the true immortals one by one and said, "Deal with them first, then collect the Taiyi True Water."
A whole pool of Taiyi True Water held immense worth.
The Formless Demon Lord glanced at him, a frown on his brow, unease stirring in his heart.
A young brat dared to command him—without the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s reminder, he would have killed Ye Xu instantly.
Ye Xu laughed.
The Formless Demon Lord’s thoughts couldn’t escape his awareness at all.
"This old demon hasn’t suffered enough yet," Ye Xu thought to himself.
"Demon Lord, don’t take their lives." Su Mu hesitated, then blurted out, "Acting too brutally might damage Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s reputation if word spreads."
"I know." The Formless Demon Lord glared coldly at Su Mu, his gaze sweeping Ye Xu and Gu Daojin, and hissed angrily, "How I act is my call. Don’t lecture me!"
Whoosh!
The Formless Demon Lord emitted his aura, and the demonic blade slid from its sheath.
Clang!
Strands of sword energy pierced space-time, severing the divine abilities of each true immortal, forcing all to halt and stare toward the Formless Demon Lord’s approach.
"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion people?" Han Daokong’s expression shifted minutely. "How did they get in too?"
"Daoist friend, these words of yours are mistaken," Su Mu said with a laugh. "No one has decreed that people from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion cannot enter the Everlasting City of Desolation."
"Unfair!"
Another true immortal said angrily, "Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is the organizer who knows information about the Everlasting City of Desolation. How can they enter that place alongside the rest of us?"
"That makes sense! What organizer takes the field personally?"
The crowd looked resentful. Originally, there were too many people fighting for too few opportunities. If the experts from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion joined the fray, the share of benefits they could obtain would shrink drastically.
"We vehemently protest against Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s participation!"
Dozens of true immortals led by Han Daokong, who had just been locked in fierce combat, now united to voice their protest.
"Heh…"
Gu Daojin laughed in sheer anger. "From the start to finish, Heaven’s Secret Pavilion never set a rule forbidding its own subordinates from entering. Are you trying to dictate rules to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion now?"
"Big Brother Demon Lord, no need to waste words on them. Just kill them all if they remain defiant."
"That notion exactly aligns with my intent."
The Formless Demon Lord’s lips curled slightly as a ferocious smile crept across his face.
"Senior, please hold off."
Han Daokong instantly shifted his expression to one of obsequious flattery. "Since the Master never established such a rule, Senior’s actions naturally carry not the slightest impropriety."
"A treasure like the Taiyi True Water ought to be grasped only by a mighty figure such as yourself, Senior."
The other true immortals likewise changed their attitude, showering the Formless Demon Lord with ingratiating praise.
The protest proved invalid.
This was, after all, a world governed solely by brute strength.
"What horrible luck!" Han Daokong seethed inwardly. He had spent a hundred million Star Yuan to enter the Everlasting City of Desolation, found a treasure right before his eyes, and before he could seize it, Heaven’s Secret Pavilion swooped in.
The more he dwelled on it, the hotter his fury burned.
"You possess fine judgment," Gu Daojin remarked with a strange chuckle.
"Scram."
The Formless Demon Lord snorted coldly. He cultivated the demonic path and exuded profound malice. Were it not for Su Mu watching him closely nearby, not one among those dozens of true immortals would have survived.
"This junior bids you farewell."
Han Daokong led the retreat as the first to flee.
"We take our leave."
With frosty faces etched in utter displeasure, the true immortals flew toward the depths of the Everlasting City of Desolation.
The Formless Demon Lord produced a purple gourd and channeled his magic power. A potent suction force erupted from the gourd, coalescing stray drops of Taiyi True Water into a shimmering stream that whooshed inside.
"Big Brother Demon Lord, do save a portion for me."
Gu Daojin stared frantically at the Formless Demon Lord, his expression stricken with urgency.
The Formless Demon Lord cast him a sidelong glance, his voice dripping with indifference. "Permitting you to linger by my presence is already a magnanimous honor. Now you dare covet my exertion to seize the treasure and grant you a share?"
Gu Daojin flinched violently from the Formless Demon Lord’s murderous gaze, his whole body trembling, and dared not reveal even a sliver of discontent.
Su Mu’s brow furrowed deeply.
"Formless Demon Lord acts overbearingly and only submits to the Master alone. If we follow him on this journey, I’m afraid we won’t gain any benefits," Su Mu thought to himself.
Ye Xu remained silent.
He had already decided that after returning this time, he would reason with the Formless Demon Lord.
"Since Demon Lord is unwilling to share the treasures with us, it’s time for us to go our separate ways," Su Mu looked at Formless Demon Lord and said, "What do you think, Demon Lord?"
"Nothing would make me happier."
The Formless Demon Lord sneered, his expression full of disdain.
Ye Xu with his Second Primordial Spirit Avatar, along with Gu Daojin and Su Mu—the three of them were entirely burdens; staying with them would only distract him, and he eagerly wished for them to leave.
"Brother Gu, Daoist friends, let’s go," said Su Mu.
"Alright."
Ye Xu nodded.
The three headed deep into the Everlasting City of Desolation.
"Damn it!"
As soon as they were far away, Gu Daojin cursed loudly, "That bastard paid no heed to the Master’s instructions. We’re all in this together, yet this old demon is trying to hog all the gains by himself!"
"When we return to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, I’ll definitely report him."
"I’m Su Mu," said Su Mu, looking at Ye Xu. "May I ask your honorable name?"
"Ye Li."
Ye Xu smiled.
Su Mu was stunned.
The surname Ye?
His expression turned strange—not only the same surname, but also so handsome and dashing, with cultivation at the peak of True Immortal Realm at such a young age—could he be the Master’s illegitimate son?
At one glance at Su Mu’s expression, Ye Xu understood that Su Mu had gotten the wrong idea.
"Young brother, I’ve never seen you at Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. Are you perhaps the Master’s disciple?" Gu Daojin asked curiously.
Ye Xu shook his head.
Hearing this, Su Mu became even more certain of his guess.
"The Master never makes a move without personal gain and wouldn’t have Formless Demon Lord look after a junior for no reason. This person probably has a blood relationship with the Master."
Thinking of this, Su Mu’s smile turned benevolent.
"We’re all your own people; no need for formalities."
Su Mu patted Ye Xu’s shoulder and said with a laugh, "I’ve cultivated for over ten million years and address the Master as a Daoist friend. If you don’t mind, just call me Uncle Master."
"????"
Ye Xu was completely baffled.
Gu Daojin also gave a hearty laugh, saying, "Call me Gu Uncle Master from now on!"
"With Uncle Master watching over you, there will definitely be no problem."